first week of school...i totally do not want to think about it. depressing. the university life's image that i pictured in my mind's eye was the lush green pastures of the Nan Dah gardens with cheery students brisking around with their laughters and flashy laptop bags. but..it was not. in reality, there were no such people as students..there were slave mice. squiggling here and there to find their secluded cheese spot. to munch the freshly-baked cheese they've kept in their mini pockbags. knowing that they've to empty it into their tummies before more could be stored in their pockbags. they would gorge them to make space for more if not, just hid it at their secluded spot in hope that when the new batch of cheese comes, the old wouldnt be deserted. okok..so much nonsense..my apologies:p in the story, most of the students were the mice. trying as quickly as possible to feast upon the knowledge (cheese) so that the students (mice) would be on time to receive more knowledge to build upon the fatness. *the mice has high metabolism thus no need for The Rotating Wheel..yet* kk..need to feast upon my cheese now. text me, whatsapp me, anything:) my blackberry needs some waking up..it's kinda sleepy nowadays. haha.
thank you for creating me for who i am:) and thank yous for loving me.
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